Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the stairs,

a hint of fear in his expression, but

“I am your uncle. Your mommy is

Melora, Berthold relaxed,

the little boy into the child seat in his car, then

slid into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and

“You’re afraid now?”

of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However,

silence, he gently

slowly pulled into

sound of the opening. and closing of

stairwell, she saw Henry

froze for a

tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go

Crystal nodded.

staircase again, she opened the

entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy

the day had been too long, for the child drifted off

her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling a

porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark

his heart soften at the

head and patted Berthold. “This child takes

wore her guilt on her

in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who the

words came out more vulgar than he

softly, “Don’t let the children hear you. We’ll talk

fierce glare,

your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing to do

eased the tense look on

with Melora. I’ll head to the study for a

agreed with a

grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they

to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and

guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen

about to

tidal wave of emotion washed over her

hand, she reassured, “You should have

in a

said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take

Melora nodded.

By the time everything was ready,

own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors were nearly

Crystal noticed.

any remark and beckoned with a tremble in her

and

chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine

kept her

scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve

could she dwell on

she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like milk powder and

together. However, they were swept away by the winds of time just like fleeting

would spot him in the newspaper. He was still

her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time had tamed

a gentle voice, Crystal said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never

poor girl nodded

in, Crystal went to see Henry in

open the heavy door of the study. The room

was filled to the brim, a clear

the door behind her, walked to the window, and cracked it

too much! Aren’t

her

Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his

the cigarette

shared silence for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must

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